Monthly Archives: June 2017

My journey continues though tired and weary of mind
Once I traveled alone, I had to make it my own.
Now I find in my vulnerability passers-by mean much to me
They have become more important than the road scenery

Somehow I discovered my humanness in a desperate moment
I exposed my underbelly in my time of pain and someone saw my
Fear, love, innocence, that I had covered oh so very long.
In a magic moment I knew love that permeates humanity.

I love the road, the adventure, the sights, the sacredness.
The old towns, the rolling emptiness that fills my heart with
Peace, loneliness, self contemplation and reminiscences.
Road signs to my emotions laid out on the pavement of time

Flavorful bits of humanity, though has imparted meaning
That I thought I was fleeing, but just another mind with
Similar glories, disappointments, and dreams left behind.
Ephemeral, nostalgic oasis, worth the extra time to find.

Brothers and sisters all of them, a small piece of time
My existence has been enriched to a finer plateau by
Their presence in my timeline of memories but don’t dwell
Stuck on the side roads never an entrance to be found

Nostalgia can be a quagmire of loneliness given too much time.
An extended boring introduction on too many pages and lines.
To you who I now own a remnant you had lost unraveled twine
Hospitality and commonality a piece of love that’s divine.

There’s a new kid in town winning followers from all around
But if your game is bluster and retaliation you’ll be embarrassed
His charismatic voice and winning smile, kindness and love
Eyes that carry no controversy no way to argue, trick or trap

You must above all, tell yourself the truth of how you feel
Subjugation not necessary you can stand back up do not kneel
Love permeates your being , you are a part of all I’m saying.
You are divine in nature, a part of god that has matured.

We are all about love, compassion and kindness everywhere
We ignore god’s wrath, punishment and sinful shame for
Teaching a man must be done with no negatives for the
Yin and Tang both must be for balance and talents realized

“God is love”, “Suffer the children to come unto me for of
such is the kingdom of heaven, love thy neighbor as thyself
All these things you can do and more” words and ideas for
Us to wonder, what the meaning we ponder and wonder

What makes the heart grow kinder but compassion, a part
We are endowed to fashion a word or deed to the needy
Open your heart to love though vulnerability announces
Itself with open arms I fly to you again and again, free,

I cannot become a part of mindless theology that follows
A book because we were told in inspiration it was born
I see the thorns hidden in the pages written to ignorant
Followers blinded by usurped unholy authoritative men

I see the torture chambers punishing alternative thought
Wages of sin is death wrung in screams of torture and pain
What is this to gain but anger cloaked in false humility
True humility a path of godliness won by confidence

My directness comes from a mindfulness, self contemplation
Truths only of my own choosing spread on the living rocks I
journeyed to know my place in the place of all things I sense
My joy at acceptance from the life swarm about and through me.

Last Love House on the Left, t in mounds of books and through two stacks glimpse
A fireplace set ,strong, heavy the best bought for me by my love who lay with me dreaming of children, ours, future, a drink, only a blanket, it is like new and it is so heavy with memories, dreams that came true, and those that didn’t and I have learned any love relation teaches us about people but does it have to be so whiplash sudden, like a bolt out of the blue and this house crammed with memories that burst into the yard full of flowers , starts from friends, relatives, a proliferation of love
loving friends and I will say come, take a part of this holy communion I remembrance of my love, and I will take with me a part but enough that embraces the love that was in this place and I cringe at the thought of saying by to the garden and I will teach the new your names, your beauty, your part in my life and my love. We will walk the sacred path, watch birds bathing , butterflies and walk through the wisteria that clings lovingly to our arms and legs. I will tell them what you taught m e that all life is exquisite, that you can see the universe in the black orb of a chickadee and realize your whole life has been a prayer as you ritually prune bamboo, that the glory of the universe can be seen in a flower and robins build their nests in the same place where they are loved.and sometimes I think I should stay here alone and life monastically but I so love the gentle stroke of a woman’s hand on my face.